Troyler and Phan Oneshots

Seven Minutes in Heaven: Phan smut

shhhh i'm to tired to come up with a better title

Dan’s pov

 I sat in the corner of the room, next to Phil. This is how we usually ended up at YouTube gatherings at the end of the night, sticking to ourselves and socializing to the bare minimum. It’s not like we didn’t have friends or anything, because we did. It’s more like we do better on our own, working as a team. We always have.

Except things were different this time. We weren’t sharing an easygoing conversation, relaying every single detail of every embarrassing thing we’d done that night. Tonight we were silent, forcibly biting our tongues to keep words from spilling out of our mouths. How could we manage to share a normal conversation in a time that things were so far from normal? I would dare to say that we’d ventured into a land of difference and uncertainty. How do we go on from here?

It was hard to believe that just earlier tonight everything was fine and normal, well, for about two minutes anyway. We’d arrived at the party with all our YouTube friends expecting a good time. Who would’ve thought that things could’ve gone so differently than we’d imagined?

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 The door swung open to reveal Tyler Oakley, whose eyes immediately traveled from the height of our chests to our eyes. It seemed he was always looking up to people, being so short and all.

“Hey!” He greeted, rushing forward for a hug. First he embraced Phil, quickly moving on to hug me.

“Hello!” Phil said, my greeting following shortly behind his. Tyler turned around and led us into his apartment, which was jam packed with YouTubers. I spotted many of our Internet friends, all piled on the couch or floor together, some sitting, some standing. We followed Tyler into the kitchen, him whispering something to his boyfriend, Troye, before entering. I waved at Troye awkwardly, a wave of regret washing over at me as I did it. Troye sarcastically waved back, a laugh springing from his mouth.

“Okay we have food and drinks.” Tyler said, absently waving his hand towards the table littered with food and beverages. I eyed it up, knowing where my next stop of the night was going to be.

“Dan! Phil!” An unmistakably shill voice shouted. I spun around to face the door, quickly spotting Zoe beside her towering fiancé.

“Zoe!” I yelled, and she barreled towards me, knocking my body into Phil’s, who managed to keep all three of us standing.

“Sorry! Sorry!” Zoe said breathlessly, trapped in the awkward position that we were all in. Phil had his arms wrapped around both Zoe and me while I leaned in to him, practically parallel to the floor. I also had my arms wrapped around Zoe’s small frame, leftover from the failed hug and the odd urge to help a short person from getting hurt. Distantly, I heard Tyler’s cackling laugh ring through the kitchen but my heart was still pounding too loudly in my ears from that near death experience.

Alfie dashed forward, helping Zoe into a non-life threatening position to stand in. Left to our own devices, Phil looped his arms under mine, hauling me into upright.

“Thanks.” I said breathlessly, grateful to be alive. Now that death wasn’t as present of a possibility I made my way to the food table, planning to eat enough to last me for the rest of my life, or at least as much as was on this table. It wasn’t every day you nearly split your head on a tile floor, only to barely be saved. This needed to be celebrated with food.

First I grabbed a red drink, presumably some sort of punch (and even more presumably mixed with alcohol) and reached out to lean against the table. My hand missed, instead hitting the side of a bowl of some dip, sending the dip flying into the air and onto my back. As if that weren’t enough, my hand slid out of the bowl of dip and off the table, making me lose my balance. I pitched sideways, drink still in hand, and crashed to the ground. Alcoholic punch flew everywhere, soaking my shirt and staining it too. I groaned amongst all the laughs of my friends. They were all wearing that face of confusion like ‘should I laugh if he’s injured?’, but they continued to laugh anyway.